Raphael Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

He just reached down and picked up a small piece of black metal left on the window ledge. His grip tightened around it. “Shadow-Hunters,” he said quietly. There was something sharp in his voice. “They don’t take prisoners.” He looked at the broken window. “They take trophies.” My legs nearly gave out. Rachel was crouched in the corner, shaking, her hands covering her face as she cried. Tanya stood by the door. Still. Silent. But her hand rested tightly on her sword. Even she looked unsettled. Whatever she had wanted before, it wasn’t this.

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation – Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this,” Natalia whispered. Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward. “Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.”

The first wave of shadowy figures descended upon them, their forms shifting and undulating. Luna unleashed a powerful burst of magic, her energy illuminating the darkness. The shadowy figures recoiled, their forms dissipating under the force of her attack. Asher, beside her, transformed into his werewolf form, his claws slashing through the air with precision. The battle intensified as more shadowy figures emerged from the depths of the structure. Their movements were eerily fluid, making them difficult to predict and counter. Luna’s allies fought bravely, their skills honed from months of training. Jarek, the seasoned warrior, moved with the grace of a predator, his blade cutting through th

His canines enlarged and his eyes turned red. The shadows gathered at his feet and started to whisper and spread as they answered his command. The shadows feed on blood like Kieran does and right now their sacrifice were the rogues. They got thicker and thicker as they moved. The rogues and warriors could feel the change in the atmosphere but could not see the shadows. When they reached the rogues, they started sucking them dry fast then move to the next. One after the other the rogues fell on the ground sucked dry.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

When we all retreated from the town and headed back to the mansion we got dressed immediately and noted down everything we saw and even drew a map of the town the way we saw it. "So, there couldn't be anymore than maybe 150 vampires and that's being generous. There were definitely a few witches in there. We need to take them out first I think, because they can do things without touching us. They can use their powers from a distance away." Tobias explained. "The Shadow witch will be the hardest one to kill." Parker says. And everyone looks at me. "Yeah. I already know that she's mine." I say. "Alright. Now we need to wait for the others and come up with a game plan." Carter says.

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

Every move, every strike, was now a calculated gamble. The High Hunter hissed, red eyes burning, muscles coiled, ready for a final strike. Lucien’s new power flared one last time, an explosion of golden force and stasis, shaking the floodwaters, sending debris flying in a controlled storm—but something unseen moved through the shadows, waiting. The plantation trembled. Wards flickered. Rebels shouted, witches screamed, and the water churned like a living beast. Lucien’s energy blazed, golden and unstoppable… and then the shadow revealed itself, red eyes glinting in the darkness beyond the flood.